There is no glory in wallowing in the sadness of a lost love. There’s no romance in false hope; of waiting around for just one more second of feeling the way only he made me feel. There’s no beauty in lamentations of what went wrong and mourning for moments that were never lived. These are not demonstrative of true love.
I’m learning to leave the past exactly where it is and simply face the direction I’m heading. Some days, though, I can’t help but return, if only for a moment. If only for a second, to placate the heart that still loves him.